Confession

The noisy boys got some really cool new puzzles for their birthday. One is a big map of the United States, and the other is a big map of the world. So, this afternoon while their baby brother was napping, we got out the U.S. map and tried to put it together. "Tried" being the key word in that sentence. Everything was going along fine as we went around the edge, matching up the happy fish pictures. Then we got to the middle section.

"What state is this, Mom? Where does it go?"

Um, let's see. Where DOES that go? I spent most of the afternoon staring at this little picture of the U.S. on the box, trying to match up the states and get this puzzle together. And a big part of the problem is the fact that I cheated in geography. (Math too, but that's another post...) I wrote all of those little states in order on my arm and copied them onto the test. The whole cheating process probably took longer than actually LEARNING the states in the first place. I never did get caught. But here I am today, a college educated woman, and I don't know where all of the states in a children's puzzle go. (Even worse, where the actual states are in relationship to the other states!) So, now you've got a good illustration as you warn your kids against cheating. "Let me tell you about the Llama Momma..." Of course, it's never too late to learn.

Please don't hold it against me, dear blog reading friends!